I do not understand this poet
Nor the glimmer in his mind,
and no amount of persuasion
Will ever make him mine
The great poet the world has known
The English Soul, the Bard of olde
Speaks little but of jests,
and not a word of happiness
But who am I,
forgot to time,
I all but simple words I leave,
I will never have
Shakespeare's memory
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
I do not understand this poet
Nor the glimmer in his mind,
and no amount of persuasion
Will ever make him mine
The great poet the world has known
The English Soul, the Bard of olde
Speaks little but of jests,
and not a word of happiness
But who am I,
forgot to time,
I all but simple words I leave,
I will never have
Shakespeare's memory
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